By: Alex E (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2016
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Solid mud,
Tiny animal, plant, or bud.
Billions of bits of life,
Crushed, pressed to beds of strife.

Not enough,
The pathway, too long and tough.
Is the tension such a gain?
Too many see a way of pain.

Earth trembles
Is this true?
Stories, inflations, nothing new.

Gaseous Gold
Divides the nation.

Lights on or off, is that the call?
This simple rock, which splits us all.
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